table © Alaine
ooc: late post :I
If she heard his little quip about ghosts, Alaine feigned ignorance, although perhaps the indignant look on her pixie face grew sharper, the lingering of those emerald eyes bolder on this stranger-of-a-man with his mauled up body and his cynical green gaze. Besides, dead, molding rats didn't seem like something she wanted to discover, so for now the young healer allowed her prickling sense of unease to be abandoned, focused instead on the tall man, for all her attention was worth. He seemed amused by her, the way belligerent sentinels were amused by the idiocies of pups, or the way superiors sniggered about the fallacies of their inferiors. She didn't like it, but was resigned to a politeness force-fed since birth. Besides, at least her wasn't some sort of serial killer... Right?
"Pleased to meet you, Mr Jefferson." Her chin tilted up indignantly, the 'girl' sniffed before continuing, "Isn't it a bit far for suspicious characters to wander, also?"
So maybe she wasn't great at thinking up comebacks, but Alaine would be damned if he'd think of her as some sort of airheaded fool. She'd come armed - In her little leather healer's pouch was a dagger. Sure, it was blunt beyond belief and suitable only for slicing the stubborn stems of whatever flora she found, but atleast it was something. She considered showing it to him now, but didn't dare provoke any more laughter on the brute's part. Her definition of a weapon was clearly very different to those of other individuals.
At his next statement, her narrowed gaze shot to the ceiling with a gullible thrill of fear. Might collapse any minute?! By gosh, they were standing in the damned thing! Surely he was kidding - The building had looked sturdy enough from the outside. Shifting her weight uneasily from foot to foot, the pretty young healer found herself craving the open halls of the Chien Hotel, however dank and grumbly they were. She needed something to distract her mind, something to dull the paranoia of this place.
Her eyes fixed on his bandaged arm. The memory of his wince and the pained look of his eyes returned, blissfully.
"If you don't mind me inquiring, Sir... But what happened to your arm?"
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